LYRIC

Our airplane, flies high, and higher
Our airspace, looks right, it's perfect, from up here
We touch down, we come down, completely, full of fear
They meet us, good people, they're right here
Their island, their palace, makes us high, and higher
Catania, so full, soulful, gigantic

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